OEDIPUS.
O argue not that thou art not a rogue.
CREON.
If thou dost count a virtue stubbornness,
Unschooled by reason, thou art much astray.
OEDIPUS.
If thou dost hold a kinsman may be wronged,
And no pains follow, thou art much to seek.
CREON.
Therein thou judgest rightly, but this wrong
That thou allegest—tell me what it is.
OEDIPUS.
Didst thou or didst thou not advise that I
Should call the priest?
CREON.
Yes, and I stand to it.
OEDIPUS.
Tell me how long is it since Laius...
CREON.
Since Laius...? I follow not thy drift.
OEDIPUS.
By violent hands was spirited away.
CREON.
In the dim past, a many years agone.